Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 75 74 Showing Good, Harvesting

Song Qingshan?
Li Cunxiao was not surprised that the other party knew he was here, after all, Chili was kept in Chaibang's farm.

But he has been here for several days. He didn’t come on the first day, so why is he here now? Is there something wrong?
He subconsciously glanced at Wei He who was nervous beside him and bowed.

"Brother Song, how are you?"

"I just happened to be in the mountains hunting these days. I hope I didn't disturb your gang's affairs."

"How could that be! Brother Li, that's really being too polite."

"The Pingqiu Mountains are a series of seven peaks. The Chai Gang is just trying to make a living here with their brothers, not to occupy the mountains and claim to be king."

Weird.

Li Cunxiao and Wei He have been traveling through the mountains and forests these days, and he has often heard the latter complain about his life in the Chai Gang.

To put it simply, Song Qifeng, the leader of the Chai Gang, is a big landlord in another sense.

The hunters in the mountains were his tenants. Generally, the tenants paid grain, while the hunters in the mountains had to hand over a certain amount of wild animal furs and medicinal herbs every year.

Otherwise, where would the Chaibang shop in the black market get so much demon meat?

In order to complete their annual quota, hunters have to go deep into the mountains, and if they are not careful, they will be killed by demons.

Compared with farmers who work hard in the fields, hunters live in an even harsher environment, which has also cultivated their tough character.

To put it bluntly, the hunters in the mountains are half bandits.

Not only hunting, but also hunting people.

The reason why the Chai Gang was excluded by the three families in the inner city was also related to the bandit style of the Song family's ancestors.

However, as the family business has grown over the years, Song Qifeng has also begun to whitewash his family, and his reputation has improved.

"Brother Song is the young leader of the gang, and he is busy with all sorts of things every day, unlike me who is idle and spends his days leisurely."

Li Cunxiao didn't want to say any more nonsense, and his words revealed a sense of urging. At the same time, he took a step forward and protected Wei He behind him.

He couldn't figure out why the other party was looking for him. The only possibility was that Wei He was offering treasures.

But he has already taken him under his command, so there is no way he can give in. If Song Qingshan comes to bring up old scores, today will end in a bad mood.

"Brother Li, please don't blame me. I'm not here to spoil your fun today."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshan quickly waved his hand and smiled gently at Wei He behind Li Cunxiao:

"I remember you were a hunter in the village, and you had a sister, right?"

"Song Shiqi deceived his superiors and subordinates, and it was my fault that I failed to supervise you. I forced you and your brother to flee into the city, and after many twists and turns, you ended up with Brother Li, making a fool of yourself."

Aren't you here to cause trouble?
Li Cunxiao understood the hidden meaning in his words and asked, "Brother Song, aren't you here to act as a peacemaker?"

"How could it be! He's just a wicked slave, taking advantage of the power of others and causing me to lose face. He deserves to be punished!"

"A few days ago, I demoted him to a herbal slave and sent him into the mountains to collect herbs."

"It's just that this kid had such bad luck that he accidentally ran into a demon and has now turned into a pile of excrement."

"I came here today to thank Brother Li for taking in the Wei siblings and preventing my Chai Gang's scandal from becoming public."

Song Qingshan clapped his hands as he spoke, and someone brought over a tightly tied paper package.

"This cooked Polygonatum is at least forty years old. It was meticulously prepared by the pharmacist at my farm. It was steamed and dried nine times to preserve its medicinal properties."

"The effect of this substance is no less than that of ginseng medicine. Brother Li, if you take it together with the ginseng treasure, you will be able to achieve the great perfection of muscle realm sooner."

Wei He originally had the idea of ​​learning martial arts and seeking revenge in his heart, but when he suddenly heard that Song Shiqi was dead, he felt relieved and empty at the same time.

The evil slave who once oppressed his family so much that they could not breathe, just died like this?
He subconsciously looked to the side, knowing in his heart that it was not because Master Song was so perceptive, nor was it karma, but because Li Cunxiao supported him and avenged him.

"Brother Song is so generous that it makes me ashamed."

Of course you should take advantage of the benefits that come to your door.

While Li Cunxiao asked Wei He to accept the cooked Polygonatum, he secretly felt that the second generation of powerful people were indeed not simple people.

The grudge had not even started when it was resolved without a fuss.

Song Qingshan is the young leader of the gang. He said that it was the evil slave who deceived his superiors and subordinates, and the evil slave was killed by the monster in the next moment.
As a thank you for covering up the scandal, he gave me 40-year-old cooked Polygonatum odoratum and specifically asked me to give it together with 50-year-old ginseng.

What else can we do now that things have come to this?
Naturally, both sides were in great joy, calling each other brothers, and they stayed to drink and chat.

It was not until the sun set and the evening glow faded that Li Cunxiao and Wei He led their horses and slowly walked back to Chuqiu City.

“It’s true that when you become successful, you have friends everywhere and there are more good people.”

"But fundamentally, the Chai Gang is outside the city, so there's no direct conflict of interest with the escort agency."

"Even if the inner city is of the same mind, there might even be a possibility of an alliance between the two."

"An escort agency and a firewood gang might be able to join forces and monopolize the trade route."

Li Cunxiao returned to his house and Wei He led Chili to the stable.

He didn't have to do anything. Wei Ying gave an order and servants came to help him change his clothes, bring him hot water for washing, and serve him sobering tea.

This is the life of a landlord.
Li Cunxiao leaned back in his chair, sighing secretly as he listened to Wei Ying's report on the household expenses, the charcoal and clothing materials that needed to be purchased for the winter.

Before he knew it, he was living a life of luxury, and Mu Cha had gone from being a child picking up leftovers to the young master of Mr. Li Sanye's family.

"Wei Ying, just handle these matters. If you need money, just let me know."

Li Cunxiao took a quick look at the income and expenditure account book, and seeing that there was no obvious problem, he went back to his room.

He did not forget that the purpose of hiring servants was to handle chores and free himself from trivial matters.

Enjoyment is incidental, cultivation is the main purpose.

The house has twenty-five rooms. The servants live in the back house on the outside, Wei Ying and Wei He live in the shed near the stable, and Mu Cha has the east wing reserved for him alone.

In addition to his bedroom and study, Li Cunxiao also had a dedicated practice room, which was also curtained off from view to maintain secrecy. He usually practiced Tiger Demon Fist and Little Yaksha Sword Technique in the open area of ​​the courtyard.

However, the practice of Sixteen Pure Yang Hands cannot be known to outsiders.

Starting and stopping, swallowing and spitting, rotating, turning and twisting, winding, rolling, stroking, and being flexible.
The Eight Pure Yang Techniques were performed alternately in his hands. With the blessing of the Silver Fox, the originally ordinary palm and finger changes became more charming.

Li Cunxiao's hands had become as white as jade, and his face had become as charming as a fox.

The palms were like fluttering butterflies, flying back and forth, lightly sweeping across the wooden stakes in front of them, and layers of powder fell silently.

A moment later, Li Cunxiao stood with his hands behind his back, and the wooden stake in front of him had been carved into a tiger.

The appearance is not very lifelike, but the texture is extremely delicate and the surface is smooth, as if it has been polished with sandpaper.

If such a pair of fleshy palms, with such exquisite strength, were to rub against a person, they would probably be able to peel off the skin alive.

"Although it's not as powerful as the Tiger Demon Fist, it's more flexible and adaptable."

Li Cunxiao looked at the huge bronze mirror beside him, and his fox-like jaw was angular.

He had it specially made for him to observe changes in his body.

"Next time you go hunting in the mountains, it's better to use this face. Otherwise, as soon as you go up the mountain, you will attract the attention of the Song family, which is really inconvenient."

"Besides, if we use the face of Mr. Li Sanye from the Escort Agency, those bandits will be scared away at the first sight. How can we continue to rob each other?"

Li Cunxiao manipulated his muscles, squeezed his vocal cords, and produced a sharper voice.

"Hunting demons doesn't always yield rewards."

"But if you rob someone, at least you won't return empty-handed."

"County Master, is this really appropriate?"

In the courtyard of the Murong family, the singing of the arrival of the head of the family and the president continued.

Xie Donglai stood in the pavilion and saw from afar Murong Bo, dressed neatly, greeting people at the door and chatting and laughing.

But in his mind, he always recalled the bloody scene at the King Kong Martial Arts School that day and the broken arms and legs scattered all over the ground.

There is also Li Taizhi, a master in the internal organs realm, and his terrified and hideous face before his death.

The love between father and son is so deep that it is okay to sacrifice the family slave.

With such a grand ceremony and such a large number of guests, if the eldest young master goes crazy at this moment, things will immediately slide into an unpredictable abyss.

After all, he is a human demon.
"Old Xie, I understand your concerns."

Murong Bai looked at his handsome and elegant son, as if he saw himself back then, his eyes full of relief and nostalgia.

"Bo'er wasn't possessed by a demon. It's just that when the demonic energy was breaking through his internal organs, it was too strong, damaging his spleen meridian, causing his emotions to get out of control."

"Now that he has been in seclusion for many years, he has the flesh and blood of his fellow martial artists to make up for his deficiencies, plus my cassock."

"Triple insurance, isn't that enough?"

Xie Donglai sighed in his heart, knowing that there was no way to persuade him.

Looking at the purple cassock embroidered with gold thread on Murong Bo, he knew how much Murong Bo had paid for it.

Therefore, I can only comfort myself and hope that the relic of the monk can help the eldest son stay awake longer.

"By the way, the Xiao family has already replied to me that there is a way to restore your nephew's severed limb."

Before Murong Bo finished speaking, Xie Donglai suddenly looked up.

"Can severed limbs really be regenerated?"

"No, but you can transplant someone else's flesh, so continuing the family line shouldn't be a problem."

Murong Bo's words were calm, but they stirred up huge waves in Xie Donglai's heart.

Before Zhao Xiaoyi got into trouble, he always disliked his nephew, thinking that he was idle and had no ambition.

If it weren't for the fact that he was his sister's flesh and blood, he would have wanted to break his legs.

But ever since Zhao Xiaoyi was deposed by Li Cunxiao, every time he went to visit him, he saw his nephew looking like a living dead, and he couldn't help but think of his youth.

The family was not well off at that time, and his parents gave all their best to him, the eldest son, and his sister was as thin as a stick of firewood.

But every time he came home, his sister would stick to him like a puppy wagging its tail.

Xie Donglai loved his sister very much and practiced martial arts with all his might. However, before he could become a county lieutenant and enjoy a few years of good life, his sister fell seriously ill and died.

Zhao Xiaoyi, lying on the hospital bed with a dead heart, gradually found his face overlap with that of his sister's haggard self.

He suddenly understood Murong Bo's seemingly crazy behavior.

"Old Xie, don't worry. We still need to find a woman from the Xiao family who is proficient in the Jade Chamber Technique."

"Only by guiding the vital energy and using Yin to strengthen Yang can success be achieved. Just be patient and wait."

Murong Bai patted his old friend on the shoulder.

We have sympathy for each other.

"I understand."

Xie Donglai bowed deeply and followed Murong Bai out of the attic.

The two men merged into the crowd, like boiling oil poured into water, greeting each other and the crowd was noisy.

Li Cunxiao followed Zhang Lishi into the gate of Murong Mansion and saw Murong Bo and Xie Donglai surrounded by the crowd from afar.

The latter was very perceptive. He glanced around, saw Li Cunxiao, and then looked away indifferently.

(End of this chapter)